Smoking Gun

I get a constant busy signal

When I call you on the phone

I get a strong uneasy feeling

You're not sitting there alone

I'm having nasty, nasty visions

And baby you're in every one, yeah

And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with

A so-called smokin' gun

Maybe you want to end it

You've had your fill of my kind of fun

But you don't know how to tell me

And you know that I'm not that dumb

I put 2 and 1 together

And you know that's not an even sum

And I know just where to catch you with

That well known smokin' gun

I'm standing here bewildered

I can't remember just what I've done

I can hear the sirens whining

My eyes blinded by the sun

I know that I should be running

My heart's beating just like a drum

Now they've knocked me down and takin' it

That still hot smokin' gun

Yeah, yeah . . . still hot smokin' gun

They've taken it

Still hot smokin gun

Oh they've taken it

Still hot smokin' gun

They knocked me down and taken it